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Date Posted: 13:43:29 08/18/18 Sat
There was a large shopping mall in the area where I live, and a sizeable security force patrolled that mall. The mall's security guards wore light-blue uniform shirts, which distinguished them from the all-black uniforms of the city police. Their uniforms looked very attractive to me, as did many of the guards who wore them. What most caught my attention, though, was the wide black garrison belt they wore with their pants. To me, a garrison belt is a symbol of authority, an authority that requires submission. And the intimidating handcuffs the guards wore, attached to their belt, served as a warning how that submission would be obtained, if not given voluntarily. I harbored a dark secret about myself. I had this compulsion to submit to men in authority. And I had a deep need to be physically subdued and punished by those men.
Whenever I was at the mall, I found it difficult to resist the temptation to stare at the security guards. To avoid arousing suspicion, I made it a point to "check out" a guard only when he was looking away from me. However, one time, while I was exercising that caution, another security guard noticed what I was doing. I hadn't taken that into account. That guard started walking in my direction! I was getting a little nervous as he approached me. When he got within a few feet of me, he asked me if I needed any assistance, and I replied "No". He said he had noticed me staring at the other security guard. I explained to him I just thought those security guard uniforms looked really sharp. A brief smile appeared on his face when he heard my remark.
The guard asked me what I particularly liked about his uniform, and I said the wide belt he was wearing looked very authoritative. He replied, "I can be very authoritative when I need to be!" Although I wasn't quite aware of it myself, my eyes were fixed on his garrison belt, but that indiscretion hadn't escaped his notice. Perhaps to assert his dominance over me, he gripped the large rectangular buckle of his garrison belt with both hands. That macho stance of his caused me to have an instant erection, which I couldn't conceal from his probing eyes. Catching me off guard in a vulnerable moment, he said, "Maybe you'd like to come over to my place some evening and I can show you just how authoritative I can be!" I found myself giving in to his suggestion. I arranged to go over to his place Saturday evening.
When I arrived at his place, I was delighted to find him wearing his security guard uniform. It was such a turn-on for me and put me in the right mood. He ordered me to take off all my clothes, and I dutifully obeyed him. Then, he removed the handcuffs that were attached to his belt and handcuffed my hands behind my back. When my wrists felt the tight grip of those cuffs, I got quite a hard-on. All of a sudden, he grabbed it with his left hand and began spanking me on the butt with his right hand. That mean hand of his hurt some, but I also found myself getting aroused at the same time.
When his right hand was through disciplining me, he took me into his bedroom, removed the handcuffs, and told me to lie face-down on his bed. He put my wrists and ankles into leather restraints attached to the 4 corners of the bed. I watched as he unbuckled his garrison belt and slowly pulled it out of the belt loops of his pants. He said, "Now your butt is going to feel the authoritative sting of my belt!" He doubled the belt over and began whipping my ass with it. The hand spanking he had given me did not prepare me for the "hellfire" unleashed by his garrison belt! It didn't take very long before I started crying. The pain was unbearable. I cringed in fear each time he raised his hand to administer another lash. My cries of pain seemed to spur him on, and he began whipping me even harder. I let out a yell with every stroke of his belt. I didn't think I could take much more when he suddenly stopped the punishment and put that wide belt back into the belt loops of his pants.
He released me from the restraints and told me to get down on my knees on the floor. Then, he unzipped his fly and ordered me to suck his cock or he'd let me have it with his belt again! I held on to his awesome belt with both hands as I obeyed his final order.
For the curious, this story is a complete fantasy.
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